| Song | St. Stephen |
| Artist | Grateful Dead |
| Album | May 77 Box Set [box set] |
| 作词 : Garcia, Hunter, Lesh | |
| Saint Stephen with a rose | |
| In and out of the garden he goes | |
| Country garland in the wind and the rain | |
| Wherever he goes the people all complain | |
| Stephen prospered in his time | |
| Well he may and he may decline | |
| Did it matter, does it now? | |
| Stephen would answer if he only knew how | |
| Wishing well with a golden bell | |
| Bucket hanging clear to hell | |
| Hell halfway twixt now and then | |
| Stephen fill it up and lower down and lower down again | |
| Lady finger, dipped in moonlight | |
| Writing "What for?" across the morning sky | |
| Sunlight splatters, dawn with answer | |
| Darkness shrugs and bids the day good-bye | |
| Speeding arrow, sharp and narrow | |
| What a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned | |
| Several seasons with their treasons | |
| Wrap the babe in scarlet covers, call it your own | |
| Did he doubt or did he try? | |
| Answers aplenty in the bye and bye | |
| Talk about your plenty, talk about your ills | |
| One man gathers what another man spills | |
| Saint Stephen will remain | |
| All he lost he shall regain | |
| Seashore washed by the suds and the foam | |
| Been there so long, he's got to calling it home | |
| Fortune comes a-crawling, calliope woman | |
| Spinning that curious sense of your own | |
| Can you answer? Yes I can | |
| But what would be the answer to the answer man? |
| zuò cí : Garcia, Hunter, Lesh | |
| Saint Stephen with a rose | |
| In and out of the garden he goes | |
| Country garland in the wind and the rain | |
| Wherever he goes the people all complain | |
| Stephen prospered in his time | |
| Well he may and he may decline | |
| Did it matter, does it now? | |
| Stephen would answer if he only knew how | |
| Wishing well with a golden bell | |
| Bucket hanging clear to hell | |
| Hell halfway twixt now and then | |
| Stephen fill it up and lower down and lower down again | |
| Lady finger, dipped in moonlight | |
| Writing quot What for? quot across the morning sky | |
| Sunlight splatters, dawn with answer | |
| Darkness shrugs and bids the day goodbye | |
| Speeding arrow, sharp and narrow | |
| What a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned | |
| Several seasons with their treasons | |
| Wrap the babe in scarlet covers, call it your own | |
| Did he doubt or did he try? | |
| Answers aplenty in the bye and bye | |
| Talk about your plenty, talk about your ills | |
| One man gathers what another man spills | |
| Saint Stephen will remain | |
| All he lost he shall regain | |
| Seashore washed by the suds and the foam | |
| Been there so long, he' s got to calling it home | |
| Fortune comes acrawling, calliope woman | |
| Spinning that curious sense of your own | |
| Can you answer? Yes I can | |
| But what would be the answer to the answer man? |